I hadn’t planned to do any stargazing tonight.
But I was enjoying a conversation with the woman who was with me and I wasn’t quite ready for it to end. As I was taking her back to her car, I took a slight detour to a hill which is my favorite spot from which to watch sunsets.
It was past 10 p.m., so the sky was mostly dark except for the faint glow of city lights to the west of us. The stars seemed to stretch forever. The view was beautiful. Almost inevitably, our conversation turned to the thoughts which such a view inspires.
She said that when she looks at the stars, she feels small and insignificant.
I’ve heard many people express some version of that idea over the years. It’s turned up in books, movies and conversations. People look at the vastness of the universe and conclude that they are tiny, temporary creatures occupying an insignificant corner of existence.
I understand what they mean. I just don’t feel that.
In fact, I’ve never felt it.

How can you help someone who doesn’t really want to keep living?
I feel hope for future, because truth is real and love is possible
Was he angry to lose his family? Or because he lost his control?
When did someone decide we have the legal right not to be offended?
If romantic love is mental illness, do many of us want to be cured?
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Missing childhood connections leave us longing for missing love
How do we know when to quit? Persistence may be futile choice
I’ve struggled to finally believe there’s more than one ‘right way’